Category Archives: Series: Essays in Embryo

Just try and criticize my lack of posting when you see this: That’s right. You just got owned. By a baby. My baby. Ok. So. We’ve moved. Or, more correctly, we can’t stop moving. At the end of the summer, … Continue reading →

As most of you know (I’m still trying to figure out just who “you” are), I’ve been looking for full-time work for just over a year now. In May 2010 I graduated with a Master of Fine Arts in Creative … Continue reading →

As a post-script to my baby playlist, I wanted to try and further break you all down into a pile of emotional goo. If you’re not off the Aww charts by the end of this, then please don’t ever have … Continue reading →

Having. I said having babies. As in: delivering. C’mon, people. There’s not an event that goes by that I don’t notice the background noise. Even though I’m professionally seeking a career in writing, my first art form was as a … Continue reading →

Given the ominous all-caps declaration at the end of my 2nd-to-last post, I should let you know: Unto me, a son is born (6/1/2011 @ 4:13p.m.). And he shall be called Alfred James (or Alfie, to his new parents and … Continue reading →

As mentioned a bit ago, I’ve had the honor of being named a contributing scholar for an exciting new interfaith dialogue (diablogue?) venture called State of Formation. The beta preview version is now live, and already stoked with a handful … Continue reading →

The following quote from W. G. Sebald’s The Rings of Saturn is currently guzzling Molotov cocktails in my brain. Though the book was written just prior to the real internet boom, I can’t believe how relevant this is. I’m sure … Continue reading →